Copyright Doug Blair, Kitchener ON, 2022
Do they offer In like kind? Yeah, a couple do. And the engine improves And the muffler quietens I sense. For the trip.
I can only bless
Who will flee all worldly fame.
delight
In small Love tasks Rendered only in my name. As you don the Towel of service Wiping feet of Worldly grime. (see John’s Gospel, chapter 13) You will know The heart of Jesus. You will know His joy sublime.
And silent fore-bearing.
The witty stories He might tell And the selected music That transported the room. His time was available And rich and uplifting To a teenage wonderer. The walks and talks. A Son who hardly Noticed the selflessness. But these days it registers. As I walk down Similar paths of the years.
Never
He looked at me as face turned blue
The precious breathing gone.
A call was made for antidote
Now how could he go on?
I softly thrust my forearm in.
The hand not meant to choke.
The fingers spreading airway thus.
No team mate moved or spoke.
He took a breath.
I gently soothed
The passage without peer
And time dragged on in silent prayers
The healing Christ so near.
At last the vial of precious flow
His colouration gained But never felt my service so
As when we teamed and strained.
As when we ventured knowing not what
The healing Jesus did the rest And brought my Friend release. Really Know?
The depths of your Being
The message that shows You choosing a people Guiding them Protecting them
Providing Chastening
Letting them go Unto lusts and idols. Learning necessary lessons Until Messiah would come In diapers To a sweet young girl
Of faith and purity.
With a spouse who would Listen to Godly dreams. As per ALL the prophecies. ...Yeah, so that's the story Heard it all.
Way before Jesus ever caressed my Heart and conscience. But do I really know you Or was the Clock Simply wound up To run of its own. Couldn't be just that!
Jesus' earth walk showed Something much different. Involved Weeping Helping Embracing Determined to rescue
At foretold dreadful cost. Yeah God, the Son Is your Mirror To me and mine. Better hit those Gospels
Harder, sweeter, clinging.
And your images arrive And your Heartbeat known. Thank you for your Son Your Living Word. Your indwelling Comforter. I am listening, available. Yours. Amen.
Not much to gain Keep haunting, coming back. And you relate to hardship
Some bridges crossed you know. And you MUST SMILE. GOODWILL A WHILE. The troubles made you grow. Lord show him this And Heaven’s Bliss.
Bring peace a little while.
Starts with a simple smile.
ever thought the whole thing is not worth it?
Looked like two secretaries having Friday lunch at the next table. Pay Day. Late September. Jean was telling her friend about the cash grind that she and Steve were facing. Double income household. Two kids eight and five. Day care hefty fees and travelling panic. Took most of Jean’s salary. The new house, inflated in price, had come with a frightening mortgage. And only offered a shorter term, thereafter to be re-negotiated. I’m hearing you Girl. It’s a bitch. This morning Archie was uncommonly rude. Busy guy. Overworked. Self righteous about his nose to the grindstone thing. About his Church. I don’t think that he and Wanda are having an easy go. It reminds me of that funny movie. Tim Allen and the Amish. FOR RICHER OR POORER. Also starred that Kirstie woman. What a hoot...but with some witty points about relationship and time and values.
What’s the time? Oh good, we still have another fifteen minutes. My treat today. It's great to talk like this. Real stuff with a woman friend who cares. Why has it taken us so long to get to the point.?
An overcast day
In the summer. A pleasant relief
From the heat. And rising quite Early this morning I’ve taken a Cool backyard seat. The birds are Surprisingly quiet. Are they as slowMoving as I? The leaves on the Maple turn over, Requesting a drink From the sky. And upwards behind Me, I hear him,
Soothing and sad.
His double-tone tune
Of lamenting, Today makes me Mellow, but glad.
I wonder what hurt
He is hiding?
What loneliness Looms in his soul?
What sickness at home
He is bearing?
What trial he finds Hard to control?
His heart is the Heart of a mourner.
And pain is a Constant we share. He asks, “May I Help you by singing? I know, and God knows, And we care.”
and Glad of it (Acts 9)
Covered Bridge
He fell beneath The Master’s yoke. ‘Saul cool your wrath You’re hurting Me In these kind friends Who follow Me.’ And that was it Saul’s vision gone
Of Christ’s great Love Now dead to self Now raised Above. Look at the conversion of Saul/Paul. Indeed there was mighty Divine interruption on that Damascus Road. Immediate blindness. Words of commissioning. Unmistakably a message from Jesus ‘whom he was persecuting’. But had there been a witness? Yes, Stephen in his martyrdom. This man had been mighty in spirit, full of the Gospel message, unflinching in his loyalty to the Master and quick to forgive as the stones ravaged his body. The effect on Paul? Conviction and self-loathing and hope for a better Way. (Acts chapters 6 and 7) But had Stephen ever debated with him, told a personal testimony, felt a need to convince on the
divinity of Jesus or the truth of the resurrection? Nope. He had just “been” a witness through life events. (Acts 1). How tactile the Gospel is! The aroma of Christ works its way through. Others join the Family.
Say little Watch for the ditches I watch. Fell in some before Took Divine rescue And some wisdom came. Now I get this chance To share it. Respect it please. It hurt, and I saw No sense in it Back then. But now, rod and staff For the likes of you OK? OK.